Hello all! This is the new Tom Riddle story I will be working on! This story will take place in an alternate world, that may have similarities with our own. In this story I will be mixing Asian culture and American culture to form a hybrid sort of society. However, there may be more noticeable Asian influences.

I hope you all enjoy my new story attempt

Prologue

I was warned to not get to close to him. That he would be no good for me. That man, who always wore a calculated smile, and dripped with charisma. He had everyone wrapped around his fingers. There was nothing he couldn't do. His baritone voice, sometimes rough in anger, and other times tantalizingly smooth. How was a simple soul like myself suppose to resist these temptations? The same temptations that sent every female in the near vicinity into a mad frenzy? When this very same man, for whatever reason, set his steely, and cold brown eyes upon me. He could have any person he wanted, and trust me when I say there wasn't a shortage of women who would leap at the offer. He was alluring, charismatic, and manipulative. Even when he smiled though it never truly seemed genuine, the stunning handsomeness of his face would drown all suspicion. There were two other things that made this arrangement even worse. 'What could they be', you ask? Well, it was a well known fact that he was the 4th generation of a Yakuza group. When his grandfather eventually passes away, he is to take up that mantle. Secondly, I just happen to be the daughter of the Chief of Police.

Looking back now I should have heeded my friend's warnings much more closely. Perhaps it was also my desire for something different that pulled me to him. The desire to finally do something for myself...But...

I never should have let myself get tricked.

I never should have allowed myself to fall in love.

...But one thing became clear to me after all of this...I needed to change...

I was a good girl.

A good girl that always followed the rules, no matter how strict or how unfair they may actually be. My father and Chief of Police, Travis Clark, made sure to instill that idea into me since I was young. I've never gone against him, and even when I try, I always give in before to long. Besides it's just easier to go along with what he tells me to do. That's what I've done all my life. Even my friends tell me I am too agreeable, and that I give in too easily. Truthfully, I just don't want to do things that will make people angry. Is that really so bad?

For as long as I can remember it has been just me and my dad. Apparently I was the result of a one night stand, and my mother, not wanting the responsibility handed me off to my father. He told me he offered to marry her, but she refused. Growing up I had many different live-in nannies, but we'd be lucky if a nanny lasted more than a year. Either due to personal reasons, or because of my father's strict house rules. Eventually when I turned 7 he stopped using a nanny service, and I began living on my own. At least, that's how it felt. My father practically lived at the police station. The times when he did come home he enforced his rules. There was no room in my life to disobey him, and why should I? I didn't have to do much. Just follow some directions, do what I'm told and things would go great for me.

As long as I was a good girl.

If I was bad then I would get punished. Sometimes I would be disciplined physically with a belt, and other times I was locked in a room with nothing to do but stare at a wall. The severity depended on what I did. I both hated and loved those moments. I quickly learned that I received more attention when I was a bad girl, and for a time I would purposely get my father angry. Then he would pay attention to me. He was always busy, always working...but...during those moments he was all mine.

Perhaps he realized what was going on, because one day he sat me down to have a talk about my behavior. During that time he did something he has never done before.

He praised me.

Said he was his most proudest of me when I was his 'Good little girl'. I remember feeling the happiest that day than I ever remember. I wanted more. I wanted him to praise me more. So I decided that I would always listen.

I will always be a good girl.

"Raven Clark!"

My name rang across the classroom of high school seniors. The originator of the voice standing in front of the class holding a black notebook in his hand. His voice sounded old and tired, as though he only just woke up. Well in his defense was starting to reach the older age. His hair and beard were started to turn grey, and with him reaching his 35th year of teaching perhaps he had the right to be tired. His dark eyes peered over his half-moon glasses as he waited for a response.

I raised my hand, "Present."

My hand fell back upon my desk where I patiently waited for his roll call to end.

"Mary Park!"

There were a total 5 columns and 6 rows in the classroom. My seat was in the 2nd column from the window, and in the 3rd row. When he called the next name it was a sullen looking girl who shyly raised her hand. Her long purple-streaked dark hair created a curtain around her face, and her obsidian eyes were hidden by her bangs. She wore the typical girls uniform; a light blue blazer with a darker blue stitched along the edges, a white button-up, a light blue skirt, and finished with a darker blue bow that was white in the center. The skirt came to knee length, had vertical dark blue stripes and the waist band, along with the edges being stitched with a dark blue. On the blazer was an engraved symbol of a badger, intricately woven with yellow thread. The words Hufflepuff was written in a yellow banner which ran along the underside of the symbol. Her voice shyly responded to the teacher's prompt,

"Present."

As if stung, her hand quickly retracted to her lap and her head dropped again. She was a friend of mine, having met in freshman year of high school. Our mutual love of volleyball, and cooking being the starting point. Mary was a shy person with a soft voice. Sometimes it was even hard to tell she is there because of her quiet nature. There were only a few times when she would really come out of her shell, and those times were when she was playing volleyball. It was almost scary how quickly she could change. She has three younger siblings: 3 year old twins and a 6 year old brother. She lives with both parents, and her father who happens to also be a police officer.

"Trent Reed"

Sitting right in the center of class was a thick-rimmed, glasses wearing male. His short cut, brown hair sat like a messy bird's nest upon his head. Unlike everyone else in the class he was only 15 years old having skipped 3 grades. Once in middles school and then the first two years of high school. Apparently his IQ as pretty high, genius level actually, and he always made a point to remind everyone. He was very proud it. His young face acknowledged his name being called with a beaming smile.

"Present, and accounted for."

Trent is actually from a different state, and joined us only last year during his junior year. So I didn't really know much about him, though I had met him a few times before. Trent's father, Carlos Reed, is a defense attorney and a long time friend of my fathers. I even call him 'Uncle Reed'. Last year his father was moved to a different location for work, but didn't want to move Trent as he was just accepted to the high school. So it was agreed he would stay with me and my father. He was wearing the male school uniform. The dark blue used as highlights on the female uniform was the main theme. Both the blazer and pants were a dark blue. The shirt was a white button up, and there was a light blue neck-tie to finish the look. On his right breast side was also an engraved symbol. Only his was a raven, with interwoven dark blue stitches. The words Ravenclaw accompanied his.

So for the last year and a half we have been living together, which isn't all that bad. It's almost like I have a younger sibling.

"Lola Samson!"

The girl beside me never raised her head from the phone she was fiddling with, however, she passed a bored glace to the teacher. With a slight click of her tongue she replied,

"Here."

She caught me staring, and we shared a smile.

Lola was another friend of mine. This came as surprising to most as she was the resident popular prep kid. She had middle-back length blond hair, currently styled in a single pony-tail. Around her neck was an intricately woven golden heart pendant and matching earrings. If you named it she had it. The looks, the grades, leadership and charisma. She was even captain of the drama and dance teams. The only flaw was her personality. Lola could be quite the bully when she wanted to be, and her favorite target is me. I don't know why but she loves to tease people, and according to her my reactions are always the best. Ever since kindergarten she was like this, but even still she was always there for me when things got rough. She has an older sister, and lives with both of her parents. On Lola's uniform was a snake, outlined with green stitches and completed with the name Slythern.

"Katheryn Zimmer."

This time it was a girl with red hair as vibrant and alive as a roaring flame. It was cut short, and Wild and energetic red eyes stared back at the teacher. She was leaned back in the seat not sitting flush against the back, and a wide grin sat on her face. With a two finger salute she replied,

"Right here, teach."

Her seat was in the second row, and 3rd column so practically in the middle. Katheryn, or better know as "Kat" by her friends, was a loud outgoing individual. She was pretty abrasive, rough and your typical tomboy. Kat was never afraid to speak her mind, and when things got rough she was quick with her fists. Funnily enough, of our ragtag group, she was the shortest as she only reached 5feet even. Despite that she was the loudest and feistiest of us all. She was an only child, living with her grandparents after her parents died in a car accident. I met her through Mary, as the two of them had been friends since middle school. Matching her personality was the symbol of a lion head, the edges being stitched with red and gold, and the words Gryffindor proudly being displayed.

The 5 of us made up probably the strangest group of friends anyone would ever see. It's pretty strange how 5 people so different could even come together. For sure it was never a dull moment with the 5 of us.

"I'd like to welcome you all to your first day of class. I will be class 3-D's homeroom teacher, as well as your English teacher, for the remainder of the school year. My name is Albus Dumbledore, as I'm sure most of you know." He smiled, "If there are any questions or concerns about anything at all please come see me. It is always a pleasure to receive a visit from my students and I assure you it is never a bother."

"Also Ms. Samson-"

"Lola jumped at being called so suddenly,"

"-Please refrain from using phones in my class."

She laughed nervously before sliding the phone back into her black handbag.

"This goes for the rest of you as well. I have a 0-tolerance policy for electronic use in my class without prior instruction. To avoid having them confiscated please refrain from using them."

I laughed to myself 'Hope she doesn't start showing withdrawal symptoms.'

Professor Dumbledore continued with homeroom explaining the rules of the school, and the rules expected of us in his class specifically. Nothing new to me. I had been following rules all my life. The bell rang, and it was time to start the next period. First period was math, so Professor Dumbledore said his goodbye and left the room. That left us with a few minutes before the next teacher showed up.

Lola wasted no time pulling her phone back out.

"Why are you so attached to that thing." I inquired.

She rolled her eyes, "Oh my naive little bird. Only someone without a social life would ask such a question."

I pouted, "But I do have a social life."

"Tch, just barely." She clicked her tongue, as her fingers furiously moved about her screen. "Trust me, if you fall behind on a single trend, your life is practically over."

"Right..." I was pretty skeptical about that, but that's how she was.

Finally she put her phone down, sighing in relief.

"So, did your fix finally kick in?"

Lola chuckled, "Hardy har har. You're so funny."

I stuck my tongue out in jest.

At that moment the math teacher entered the room. She introduced herself as Galatea Merrythought. She didn't waste any time and dove right into the lesson. Most of us thought we would get an easy first day, but guess not. By time the class was over we had two worksheets of homework, as well as an assignment to read the next chapter to familiarize ourselves with he work, and try a few problems.

I glanced at Trent during the class a few times, and unlike many of us, he was filled with this was the kind of class he wanted. Though I'm sure before long he will be telling the teacher what she had got wrong.

Following our math class was a history class with Cuthburt Binns. Lola and I groaned in disappointment, though for different reasons. Lola was upset because she was hoping for the new History teacher that recently started. There is a rumor going around that he is pretty handsome. I groaned because I had Mr. Binns as a teacher before. He was so boring that nearly the whole class would be either asleep for fighting sleep before the class was over.

True to his record a few people went to sleep. Others were fighting sleep and some looked well off. Lola, and Kat gave up and went to sleep 15min into his lecture. I managed to stay awake but if he talked any longer I wouldn't last. Trent and Mary seemed just fine, and paid attention to his lecture.

Fourth period was self study, so Professor Dumbledore returned. He asked how classes were going so far and if any homework was given. There wasn't really much for us to do during the period so for the last half of class he allowed us to do as we pleased. People began to move around creating groups of friends to talk.

Around Lola and I three desk chairs appeared, accompanied by three familiar people.

"Wah~! I feel so well rested! I'm glad there will be a chance to rest if I lose sleep." Kat grinned propping her legs on my desk.

"H-hey, you can't do that." I said attempting to remove her legs.

"Tch, and why not?"

"You'll get the desk dirty. Also, you're wearing a skirt."

"It doesn't matter. Just chill." Even as she said that she took her feet off. Though now she sat with her legs wide open. Thankfully she wore shorts underneath her skirt. "Can you believe we have homework on the first day? What a friggen drag!" Kat dug a finger into her ear in annoyance.

"I actually prefer that." Trent smiled pushing up his glasses. "It shows that it will be a productive year."

"-And there goes the bookworm." Lola mumbled back on her phone. "Listen Einstein if you like this so much maybe you should do my homework too."

"Ohh! Good idea! Maybe you could do mine too!"

"Lola! Kat!" I berated.

"Don't worry Raven, I wouldn't actually do it for them."

Lola smirked, "Oh really?"

I gulped. It was never a good sign when Lola smirked like that. Events like her pretending to put bugs on me, or playing hide-and-seek but never actually coming to seek me came to mind.

I looked for something to try and changed the subject and set my eyes on Mary. "So, uh, Mary! What did you think of the first day so far?"

Half of her face was hidden by her bangs, but red blush dotted her visible cheeks upon being asked so suddenly.

"O-oh umm...It was...Interesting." She twiddled her fingers. "Mr. Binns' class was nice as well."

"What!? That snoozefest?" Kat shouted in surprise.

Trent gave a thoughtful 'hmm'. "Yes, even I have to admit his presentation was quite lack luster."

"That's an understatement." Lola yawned just thinking about it. "Oh, by the way,-" She pulled out a book from her bag. "Thanks for letting me borrow it. Now I see why you were so interested in it. It was a pretty good book."

I smiled happily, red dust lighting my cheeks. "Isn't it! I can't let you borrow the next book if you like."

"Naw, it wasn't that interesting."

Instantly my smile faded and I dropped my head. "..Oh..."

Suddenly a hand slapped my back, "Haha! Just kidding Raven! When you get the chance pass it to me."

As if clockwork my earlier smile returned. "Sure thing!"

"You just don't seem to learn, do you?" Kat teased poking my now angrily-puffed cheek.

"You do seem to constantly fall for her tricks." Trent chimed in fiddling with the book Lola returned to me.

"I do not." I rebutted. I mean sure, maybe I was an easy target but I didn't always fall fr her tricks.

Kat grinned, "Oh really?" Suddenly she attacked me, pinching both of my cheeks.

"-at ret gro-" I pleaded with tears in my eyes.

Thankfully Mary - my only true friend - came to my rescue. Sadly for her that only turned Kat's roughhousing onto her.

I rubbed my red cheeks, tears still fitted onto the corner of my eyes. "Oh, are you guys still coming over to watch Dr. Strange tonight? It was finally released to DVD."

"Shit! Really?" Kat slammed her hands on my desk and shoved her face into mine.

Quite used to this behavior I didn't even flinch. "Yeah. You guys game?"

With everyone's agreement, self study came to an end only to make way for lunch. Lola and I pushed our desks together to form a makeshift table. Lola had to leave to go buy lunch from the school cafeteria, but luckily she got there pretty early so nothing was sold out. Mary and Kat took out store bought sandwiches, while Trent and I revealed out matching lunch set.

Noticing the matching set Lola raised a finely arched brow, "Are we missing something here? You trying to rob the cradle now?"

Not understanding her meaning I tilted my head, a confused pout on my lips. Kat was the one to clarify it.

"Are you two dating-a-something?"

I quickly shook my head, "No of course not. It was just cheaper to buy a matching set then two separate ones."

Suddenly, our lunch was interrupted by a squeal of teenage girls. Unable to ignore the noise we all looked over to see what the commotion was about. A group of girls - and a few guys - had made themselves busy by surrounding a group of 3 males.

"Should've known he was behind the noise." Lola pursed her lips in annoyance. Now her lunch would be ruined. "I don't understand the appeal. I mean, they're cute and all, but I'm not interested in their family business."

"Well they don't seem to mind." Kat pitched in taking a ferocious bite of her sandwich. " mffm ugh muphfm hmm*swallows* money."

"You sh-shouldn't t-talk with your mouth full." Mary advised as she wiped away food particles from shoulder.

"Ack! Sorry Mary."

Another round of giggles came from the crowd and thus my attention was snatched again. The three currently surrounded by half the class were arguably the most popular guys in the whole school. They enticed both fear and respect from everyone - even most of the teachers.

Abraxas Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, and Tom Riddle - the real reason for the sudden swarm of women. The three of them, for lack of a better word, ran the school. Most of the staff members, and even the principal, were overly cautious and lenient when it came to them.

The reason?

Well all three of them were affiliated with the mafia. The group were called the 'Marvelos' which was Tom's middle name. Though none of that stopped the female body from fawning over the three.

Both Abraxas Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov were never too far from Tom. Many believe the two were placed to be his bodyguards. Though what could possibly happen to him in a school?

Malfoy was pretty tall, reaching around 5'9, and had short dusty blond hair. He had bangs that were parted down the middle and traveled the length of his face. His features were sharp, and his jawline was strongly defined. It really gave him a strong and manly appearance. His body was thin, but lean with clearly defined muscles. His eyes were a striking crystal blue. They kept looking over the many people at the tables, and the many lunches being shoved at them. Though he didn't seem too interested. It looked more like he was silently surveying his surroundings and the people in proximity. Every time someone moved behind them he would turn to look. His aloof behavior was still popular with some considering the small group fixated on him.

Antonin Dolohov was almost the exact opposite of Malfoy. Though he still had the same observing look as Malfoy, he seemed more open to the current chatter around him. He actively participated in banter with the group of girls, and would even laugh - quite loudly - a couple of times. He was a bit taller than Malfoy, topping off at 5'11, and didn't have much hair. It looked like he shaves it regularly. His body was big, and very well built. I wouldn't have been surprised if he played football, or was even trying to be a bodybuilder. It almost looked comical how he looked in the school uniform. Antonin had brown eyes, and his face was large, but fit well with his body. He looked really dependable.

The hotshot of the group was the 5'8 heartbreaker - Tom Marvelo Riddle. He sat between Malfpy and Antonin all the way in the back of the class. He smiled and chuckled politely at his admirers, but something about it seemed fake. He kept a social distance between him and his admirers, but was so skilled at both pushing and pulling, the girls never noticed. Tom was really adapt in entertaining the masses. Like Malfoy, Tom's body was lean and muscular, and his broad shoulders looked really nice in the uniform. All three of them had the Slythern logo on their blazers.

His face was - I unknowingly swallowed - perfect. There was no trace of scarring or blemishing. Though not as sharp as Malfoy's face, all of his features were clearly defined, but above all was his sculpted jawline. His hair was an ebony black, and his eyes were a dark brown.

Suddenly his eyes met mine and I froze. Mostly in embarrassment from being caught, but also because I couldn't look away. Tom's eyes darkened, and his smile was replayed with a smirk. A cold shiver went down my spine. There was something dark and indecent about his look.

Not soon enough for me, he looked away and returned to socializing. I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"I don't see the appeal." Lola comment as she observed the group, "He gives me a weird feeling." As if to hit her point home she grabbed her arms with a shudder.

"And given who they are associated with, makes you wonder how they are so popular." Trent pondered.

"M-maybe...M-maybe they h-have n-nice p-personalities." Mary, always the optimist.

Kat clicked her tongue, "Yeah right. More like the three of them have fat pockets!." She slammed a hand on my desk, and hung her head while clenching her other hand into a fist. "If only I had that kind of cash!"

"What would you even spend it on?" I asked.

"Well firstly I'd get the hell out 'a here!" She proclaimed, "Then I'd finally go to a UFC fight in person! I'll get front row seats! So close I can feel the blood splatter on me!"

"Anyway-" Trent quickly ended Kat's soo-to-start rant, "Lunch should be ending soon. We should head back to our seats."

On que the bell rang, and the classes resumed. The last two periods, and a final homeroom closed out the day. The five of us gathered our things and filtered out with the rest of the students as everyone headed home.

When we got outside we noticed a black car with tinted windows waiting. It was clear form whom it was for.

"Must be nice." Was Kat's only comment before we continue our walk.

I looked back at the large castle like school. At the school gate the words Hogwarts High were etched. It was a large and prestigious school, but surprisingly not too picky about entrance scores. There was one other thing that made this school so interesting. Before entering you take a personality test, and depending on the score you are placed in a certain House as the school calls it. There are a total of 4:

Gryffindor - People who are said to be headstrong, and courageous. Always following their heart, and have an innate prowess for standing for what's right.

Hufflepuff - Kind, loyal people, with soft hearts and can empathize with anyone. They are always willing to help others around them, and though may seem weak at first they have hidden strengths.

Ravenclaw - People with sharp wit, and even sharper minds. They are driven by their strong wills to obtain knowledge.

Slytheren - Cunning individuals driven by the will to succeed in whatever they desire. Well known for visualizing the whole picture, while never losing sight of the small details.

Within the school there are tournaments, where sports made up of members from different Houses would compete. It quite popular in the town, and the more popular sports even get T.V coverage. At the end of the year the house with the most points gets the privilege of having their house's symbol displayed in the center of the school yard. At the moment a large hologram of a coin with the Ravenvlaw house symbol rotated proudly.

"Raven! Stop standing there like an idiot!"

I jumped from Lola's voice. "A-ah right! Coming!"

These were the days before my life made a complete 180. If someone had told me that I would soon become the target of affection from Tom Riddle, I would have laughed in their face. Or that I would face many life-or-death situations, I wouldn't even pay it any mind.

However, that was before day I was 'claimed' as his.

Well it was the first chapter to introduce the atmosphere and characters of the story. I hope it was ok.

Though I do apologize for the log winded chapter of nothing but exposition. I'm not very good at writing light banter between my characters and often times I feel like it's pretty shallow. However, I'm hoping that I can flesh the characters more in the future.